Saint Ancestor of Void Extreme

When the crisp sound of the sword sounded, it seemed that everything in the world had stopped. This subtle and inaudible sound actually suppressed Yan Hezhi's dragon-slaying whistling, and then a dark and simple long sword swept out of Chu Jingtian's Niwan Palace, pointing forward.

Yan Hezhi's sword had the power to split the sky and cut the earth, and the ring was torn apart wherever it passed, and there was almost nothing left under the sword aura.

"With this broken sword of yours, do you want to stop the dragon-slaying sword bestowed by the royal family?"

Seeing Chu Jingtian draw his sword, Yan Hezhi gave a cold snort of disdain. The zhenqi in the eight vortexes in the body poured into the dragon sword in a mighty way. In the blink of an eye, the dragon sword burst out with a whistling sound, and ruthlessly pressed towards Shen Yuanjian!

boom! boom! boom!

Two terrifying forces, like a hurricane capable of destroying each other, slammed into each other fiercely in mid-air.

This impact set off a terrifying wave of frenzy on the spot, even crushing the air around it and bursting it. The arena that was already riddled with holes was directly razed to the ground, and even turned the entire venue upside down.

The warriors and practitioners watching the battle were blown away by the gust of wind on the spot.

"So strong!"

"I didn't expect Mr. Chu to have a hole card!"

Feeling this amazing confrontation, everyone quickly got up and looked towards the field. They want to see who will have the upper hand in this final duel!

But looking at it, everyone couldn't help but exclaimed.

In Yan He's hand, the dragon-slaying sword bestowed by the royal family, a flying sword that reached the second-level best, was directly smashed into pieces by the inconspicuous Shen Yuan sword, and flew out.

And Shen Yuanjian plundered towards Yan Hezhi unabated!

"puff!"

There was a tearing sound, and Shen Yuanjian blasted into Yan Hezhi's eyebrows, and then swept out from the back of his head.

"Boom!"

Yan Hezhi's eyes widened.

His eyes were full of disbelief, he never dreamed that his Dragon Slaying Sword would not be able to resist the opponent's Shen Yuanjian's blow. It never occurred to him that he would die in the opponent's hands.

Under the shocked gazes of countless people, the head coach who had been in charge of the White Tiger Regiment for decades, fell from mid-air like a felled tree and fell into a pool of blood.

"call out!"

And Shen Yuanjian shook the sword body, shaking off the contaminated blood, and returned to Chu Jingtian's Niwan Palace again.

Everyone stared wide-eyed and saw that the inconspicuous Shen Yuan sword had no cracks or scratches after smashing the Dragon Slaying Sword.

This change caught everyone off guard. And those members of the White Tiger Regiment who were preparing to welcome the victory didn't even think about it!

"The head coach... is dead?"

Captain Wan and the head coaches of the White Tiger Regiment looked at Yan Hezhi who was lying in a pool of blood, and when they looked at those eyes that were almost dying, they couldn't even believe it.

The head coach they had worked so hard to hire actually died in the opponent's hands.

Even if Yan Hezhi took out the last trump card, he was easily crushed by the opponent.

"But that's it! You dare to kill me with this level of strength, I really don't know who gave you the courage!"

Chu Jingtian lightly shook his head.

He was wearing a long gown that didn't get a speck of dust, just like when he killed Ye Zhichen before, the other party still didn't even touch the corner of his clothes. From the beginning to the end, Yan Hezhi was forced to jump up and down by him, almost powerless to fight back. Only the Dragon Slaying Sword at the end brought him a little trouble, but it wasn't enough to impress him, and he didn't even show his strength as a horizontal master.

All the people in the venue bowed their heads.

When Chu Jingtian said this before, everyone thought he was holding on, but now that he said it, no one dared to doubt it.

"The White Tigers won't be rampant again this time!"

Everyone looked at the members of the White Tiger Group who showed grief and indignation, and shook their heads secretly. Even the chief coach died in his hands, and the White Tiger Regiment no longer had anyone who could fight.

"I'm afraid no one will be able to suppress this Mr. Chu again!"

Such a thought popped up in countless people's minds.

"If you want to deal with him, you must at least have Tongxuan Master, True Qi Master, and Henglian Master! However, these three kinds of existence are rare among the people, and most of them have been recruited by the royal family. It is difficult for people from the White Tiger Group to invite the royal family ?"

Chu Jingtian walked out with his hands behind his back, avoiding everything he passed.

Only the seven heads of the White Tiger Regiment walked towards them.

"You want to avenge Yan Hezhi?"

Chu Jingtian looked at each other with a smile.

"Although we know that we are invincible, we will never sit back and watch the power of the White Tiger regiment ruin your hands. Even if we risk our lives today, we will kill you here!"

The seven big coaches pressed forward, forming a fan shape to block Chu Jingtian's way.

In their view, Chu Jingtian and Yan Heyi were already exhausted after the battle. Even if they still have some confidence, the seven of them teamed up are confident enough to strangle each other.

"People of the White Tiger Regiment, you bully people too much!"

Wang Chong shouted angrily and stepped forward. Song Shuhang and other senior coaches of the Azure Dragon Regiment also stood behind Chu Jingtian together. As long as the other party dares to make a move, they will definitely not stand idly by.

"You guys have gone too far. This is a fair and honest battle in the arena, but you have repeatedly attacked people. Don't think that us cultivators are easy to bully!"

Fang Chengjing snorted coldly. Dozens of cultivators behind him had already formed seals in secret, drinking incantations. As long as Fang Chengjing gave an order, the overwhelming spells would definitely crush them to death on the spot.

But Chu Jingtian smiled, looked at the other party and said:

"I said a long time ago that if you don't accept it, I will kill you until you accept it. If that's the case, then I will send you to see Yan Hezhi together!"

After he finished speaking, he waved his right hand accordingly, and a surge of true energy surged out, sweeping his whole body on the spot.

"Do it!"

The seven big coaches felt that the opponent's aura had not weakened in the slightest, and they couldn't hide their horror. They thought that the other party was exhausted, but they didn't expect that they still had such strength, but at this moment, they had no choice but to attack!

The seven people erupted at the same time, and powerful true energy was poured into the weapons and skills, forming a shadow of swords, lights and swords in an instant, crushing towards Chu Jingtian in the center.

"Based on your methods, you also want to kill me?"

At the same time as everyone shot, Chu Jingtian gave a disdainful smile, flipped his right hand, and pressed it down slowly.

Immediately, a giant hand several feet long was formed in an instant under the pouring of true energy, and then it was crushed down like Mount Tai crazily.

boom! boom! boom!

Under the collision of huge zhenqi, those martial arts were crushed on the spot, and the terrible shock wave spread, blasting the surrounding ground into big pits several meters deep!

"not good!"

Seeing the other party slap casually and directly dissolving their siege, some great coaches already felt retreated and dared not fight any more.

‘This guy is too strong, we are no opponents at all with just a few of us. He is in the limelight now, let's not fight hard with him. At worst, hiding in the White Tiger Regiment, I don't believe he dared to rush into the White Tiger Regiment and kill someone! '

This is also a helpless move, even the chief coach was killed, and the strength of seven of them assembled is no match for the opponent. In the face of life and death, what is the honor and disgrace of the White Tiger Group?

"Want to escape? It's not that easy!"

Chu Jingtian saw that everyone had the idea of ​​running away, so he snorted coldly and slapped his right hand on the spot. The big hand that held up the sky also crushed down, directly smashing the seven big coaches into the ground on the spot.

"Boom!"

There was an earthquake-like tremor crazily, and everyone felt their feet tremble. When they looked up again, there was no sign of Bai Hutuan and others. There was only a depression several meters deep, and the huge depression was impressive. A palm print.

"Big coach!"

Everyone in the White Tiger Regiment let out a mournful cry.

Although it is said that the positions of head coach and head coach were not established by the Dayan Dynasty, but were exclusive to the military department. Even if he was killed, the Dayan Dynasty would not pursue it. But after all, backed by the Imperial Guard, no one dared to offend.

But now this young man disregarded the prestige of the White Tiger Regiment at all, and killed all ten of its top coaches and one of its chief coaches by himself.

"How dare the light of the firefly compete with the bright moon?"

Chu Jingtian flicked his fingers, and it didn't look like he killed the seven great coaches at all, but rather casually like trampling ants to death.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but sigh in unison.

"The White Tiger Regiment may start to decline from today!"

Standing among the crowd, the ten thousand chiefs looked at the young man with a hint of sadness in their hearts. They can already guess the future ending. Because of tonight's change, the White Tiger Regiment may become the lowest existence of the Four Great Guards.

Chu Wushuang looked at the other party dumbfounded.

He had never imagined that someone could be so powerful, and his heart was full of mixed feelings. On the one hand, it is infinite yearning, on the other hand, it is extremely sad.

Today, with Yan He's death, Mr. Chu's reputation will surely shake Dayan, and I'm afraid no one will dare to touch his edge again. And no one would dare to accept the revenge of the White Tiger Regiment!

Under the admiration, awe, worship, or praise of everyone, Chu Jingtian slowly turned and left with his hands behind his back.

Several ten thousand heads even tightened their necks, not daring to say anything, for fear of offending each other and getting into trouble. In the words of others, they may still be concerned about the prestige of the White Tiger Regiment.

But the prestige of the White Tiger Regiment is nothing more than worthless in the eyes of this young man!

"This is my teacher!"

Wang Chong looked at Chu Jingtian who was leaving, and a sense of pride welled up in his heart.

If there is a teacher like this, what do apprentices ask for!